Chapter 35
I had a headache for three damn days. Summer thought it was coming from me sleeping on the sofa at the hospital, so she sent me home to get some rest in bed. I didn’t want to leave her but I wasn’t feeling well and if I was coming down with something, I didn’t want to get her sick.
A hot shower and blunt and I was sprawled out across my king-size bed watching a movie. A scent of a woman went across my nose. It wasn’t Summer’s. It smelled like some shit Pinkie would wear. I found myself unblocking her number and hitting her up. A simple hello turned into a phone call.
“You decided to unblock me?” She asked.
“Yea, I don’t know why I did it though. I must be bored.”
“You don’t have to be bored, baby. You know I’ll entertain you; all you’ve got to do is say the word.”
What the fuck was I doing? I was just begging Summer to trust me, and here I am trying to decide if I want to fuck with Pinkie or not.
“You taking too long to decide. You scared? Who going to find out? She at the hospital and can’t leave. Just slide through and I’ll send you back happy and you’ll be able to sleep.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Okay, the door will be open.” She hung up.
I got out of bed, put some clothes on, drove my ass all the way to her house and didn’t get out. Pinky had a small light on. My head was pounding worse than it was when I left the house. I put my car in reverse and pulled off.
I walked back into the hospital room to see Summer asleep. Without waking her up, I grabbed my cover and got the sofa together for the night. She still hadn’t moved by the time I laid down. Placing my phone on silent, I drifted off to sleep.
“When did you get back?” Summer asked as she stood over me.
“I came back last night. Why are you up so early.”
“Your phone keeps vibrating, and when I woke up to go to the bathroom, it wouldn’t stop. I looked for it but couldn’t find it.”
I had that bitch in my pocket because I knew Summer went to the bathroom all night long. Knowing that Pinkie was going to be blowing me up, I didn’t want to chance Summer seeing it and I hadn’t done shit. It was the best decision that I made.
When Summer walked off, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Seventeen text messages came from Pinkie. The only thing I felt bad about was not telling her to lock her door. When I pulled up at her crib, my conscience was beating my ass.
“Who was that?”
“What you mean?”
“Calling you all night?”
“LJ, called a few times to ask about some shit.”
“And the other calls?”
“Summer don’t start.”
“I know it’s her. You never put your phone in your pocket while you're sleeping.”
I got up and put my shoes on. The guilt was getting to me, but I didn’t want to argue with her ass either.
“Now you leaving?”
“I don’t want to argue, so yea, I’m leaving, and I’ll be back when I think you’re calm.”
“You could’ve called and said you weren’t coming.” Summer sat across from me as we waited for our food at a seafood restaurant on the Riverwalk.
“That was my bad. I thought I was ready to, but I thought about that shit when I pulled up to your crib.”
“You afraid she’ll find out again?” Pinkie asked as she rubbed up my legs to my groin.
Knocking her hand off, I responded. “I want to marry her, and I need to build that trust with her.”
“You will not be the first married nigga I fucked with. Y’all kill me thinking women care about a ring and a piece of paper. My loyalty ain’t to nobody. You ain’t married yet. This is the perfect time for us to have fun. She can’t leave from where she’s at.”
“It sounds tempting, but I can’t afford to get in any trouble with you.”
“Then why you invited me to dinner?”
I took a swig of my drink as I watched her over my glass. This bitch was so fine all the way down to the gap in her teeth. Looking at my phone to see the time, I noticed I hadn’t checked on Summer since I got here.
“I had thoughts but I wanted to apologize for standing you up last night.”
“Oh, that’s nice of you.”
My stomach started feeling funny. The only thing I had eaten was a few shrimp, and had a few beers.
I excused myself from the table to go to the bathroom.
I tried to throw up but nothing would come up.
Turning on some cold water, I splashed my face a few times.
My heart was racing slightly and I was sweating.
I wiped the sweat with a napkin and went back to the table.
“You okay?”
“I’m not feeling too good. I’ll pay for the food but I need to go lay down.”
“You don’t need to be alone. Just come lay down at my house. I live closer.”
“Nah, I’ll make it home.”
“Law I’m not going to fuck with you. You don’t look good and you need to sleep it off before you go back to the hospital.”
“Aight, I’ll follow you in my car.”
I stayed over thirty minutes from our location. She lived right up the road. It was safer for me to go lay down there than drive in my condition.